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All. Day. Long.
I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long.
Glaring at people I hate.
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.
All that I know has blown away,
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity,
tempting me with beat and anger.
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull.
Dull, empty, detached, dead.
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.
My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips.
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.
I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind.
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself,
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.
My body has been wracked to this state,
a state well beyond my mere 29 years.
My mind, hanging from a cliff.
Threatening to free fall at any moment.
As I sit there, in my chair,
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
A girl I loved, laughing.
Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me.
As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
Through my chest.
Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection.
Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name.
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of.
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me.
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.
Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around.
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall.
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself.
Waiting a moment, I sit back down.
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away,
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.
Awol on the aeorta,
I've built a wall around my heart,
Trying to suppress that which is grieving,
But it's still ripping me apart,
The night falls, elevating whispers,
From the silent gasps and muffled breaths,
Of a young lady in her twenties,
Crying alone and quite depressed, (left in distress)
I recognize her, I recognize this,
A mirrored scene like deja vu,
A woman weaping for a fallen soldier,
Only this time, I am you,
Those last moments start flickering,
Upon the gloomy, dark display,
Of closed lids, soggy eye-lids,
Projecting everything on replay,
My hands grasping the sheets,
My mind on forward and rewind,
As if on cue, I hear you too,
Amongst my stifled cries
My conscience replaying the voice,
Hunting me now is the sound,
Of those uttered words, that still disturb,
You sounding so sure, it's resound
"Call me, I'll be here", I hear you tell me,
Though your presence now lost,
A call too late, maybe on the wrong date
My sanity (it) shall cost,
"Call me, I'll be here", again it echoes.
Best said, forgiveness I now seek
My heart racing, my memory chasing,
Every essence of you makes me weap,
I still remember you crying in Daddy's ears,
Moments before he passed me the phone,
Yet when we spoke you changed your tone,
For me you wanted to be strong,
How alarming it was to hear you cry,
Like a leap year, (it was) a rare occaission
You stood tall and with pride, taking fear for a ride,
Standing at a whopping 5'11,
But it seems one day on Friday the 13th,
While you were stationed on the army base,
A gun was triggered, by the love of your life,
Which continues to baffle me to this day,
It was he, who you cried for when speaking to father,
A lost soldier conquering demons of the mind,
A mental affliction called PTSD
Deteriorated his spirit over time,
He was a soldier in pain, with PTSD,
Even more a father, a spouse, in distraught,
His sweet baby, The heart of his world,
Now the source of his paranoid thought,
Persistent accusations of cheating,
And all the places his mind did go,
The struggle he bore to fight those demons,
Now just part of the media’s show.
I try to find a level of understanding
But this battle I fight on my own,
As guilt consumes me, recurrent thought
Why hadn't I dialed your phone...
In time
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
These memories I replay over and over,
Time after time,
It’s always something
That makes me smile.
I loved them and lost them.
NO! They lost me.
I have no regrets because
They helped me find me.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
I walk to my window
And I stare out to the moon
I daydream and my dreams
Soon become a reality
If only for just a moment.
Time slows
As I fantasize.
I’m too old for the fairytales
But yet I still believe.
My heart believes dreams do come true.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
My yesterdays formed my todays
And my todays
Will shape my tomorrows.
No regrets and no looking back.
I pulled thru
And am stronger than before.
More respect
And self-love,
More picking myself up
And more positivity,
More laughter
And more joy,
No more sorrow
And lots more happiness.
My goals are aimed
And I’m my only target.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
Geared
And ready
For whatever may come.
Heavily guarded,
Steel walls all up.
As I lay
And look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
HE ALWAYS LOVED ME 4-2-09
All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind
At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then
When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me
By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan
When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams
By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile
At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt
Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again,
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs
Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me
By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new
He did an instant replay of my life,
Reminding me of my innocence
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score,
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
Oh, We Can Instant Replay A Recorded Movie Reel
But That's Not Even The Same Point In Time's Flowing Field
When Its Live Action, No Rehearsal & Reality
Time Does Not Repeat Itself - Like Our Errors In History
Each Iota of Time Carries On Individually
"... See There It Goes, Ooops There's Another, Look At Time Wink!
Every Movement, Every Action, Every Touch & Every Eye Blink
Even Every Stillness & At Every Thought We Think
It Is Faster Than Our Heartbeats
& Time Has No Twins, Nor Repeats"
Time Is A Magnet That Attracts To A Point
Time Makes Sure That All Occurrences Are Joint
Time Pulls & Pushes Us Into Position
(I Told You Time Is An Interval Thru Intermission)
From The Place of Conception Time Goes On & On
From A Place of Concealment - Time Had A Home
To A Place Far Away, Time Continues To Roam
And To Those Left Behind - Time Is Gone
Time Is A Rate Exchange & A Scheduler of Life
Time Is The Hugest Pie That We Try To Cut With Knives
Every Generation Endeavors To Eat Up A Slice
Yes, Time's A Precious Commodity Worth A Ransom Price
And Time Is Of Such A Tremendous Amount
That We Must View It In Parts To Bravely Number-Count
& I'm Afraid We Can't Calculate The Total of Time's Sum
'Cause We Have Never Found Where Time Started From
(Not Even When The Universe Begun)
So We Repeat It On Our Calendars, Clocks & Watch Faces
It's A System That Allows Us To Try To Find Time's Embraces
The Revolution of Planets & Night Sights Up In The Sky ...
Has Time In Every Formula As It Steadily Speeds By:
Mathematics Must Use 'Times' To Multiply
See, It's Only A Matter of Time
Before The Dark Gives Way To Day
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before All Wrongs Yields To Right of Way
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Gift Wrapped Box Is Opened
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Written Word Is Spoken
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Youth Gives Way To Age
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Reader Turns A Book's Page
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Lovers Share Some Token
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Winter's Hold Is Broken
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Grape Seeds Turn Into Grapevines
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Same Grapes Become Fine Wines
(Part 2 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
As your mother
I think of you each and every day
You don't have a single sister or brother
Thoughts of you continue to replay
In my head all night long
Wishing you were here
Home with me where you belong
I can't stand not having you near
So many things in my past I regret
If I could I'd go back and undo
There's so many things I wish I could forget
But the best thing to ever happen to me was you
My light when I was surrounded by dark
My strength whenever I felt weak
When I'm with you in my eyes there is a spark
In my life you are my highest peak
A love I've never known before
Than the first time I laid eyes on you
I knew there was no one I could ever love more
Never known a love so true
I tried so hard to give you the world
Remembering the first time as if it was only yesterday
Asleep on my chest you curled
There I wish you would've been able to stay
But so many things have happened since then
And maybe one day that I will be able to explain
Nothing about back when
Has done anything but cause me pain
But because of you I continue to fight
Cuz there's nothing in my life I want more
Than to make all these things right
Even though I can't get back all that time with you from before
I can spend every day from here on out
Trying to make everything I can up to you
To show you that it's you my world is all about
And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Cuz you mean everything in the world to me
My first born baby boy
Growing up faster than I can bare to see
The love of my life, my pride and joy
Only four, months away from five
A month later enrolling in school
You are my every reason to strive
When I'm with you I try and play it cool
Though that's not always the easiest thing to do
It's your very smile
That reminds me I do what I do for you
But I know it's been a long while
I'm so much farther than I've ever been
And only get closer to being closer to you
After everything that happened back then
I know in my heart this much is true
You and I will be together again
Some way some how
I will keep you from any more pain
To you I make this vow
Cuz as your mother it's what I must do
After all you've already been thru
I want to prove that what I say is true
Cuz Son there is no one I love more than you!!!!
Lakes and beaches are wiped clean like a whiteboard,
each day by waves, tide, wind.
Then marks of ripples and tracks provide transient tell-tales
of what has gone on since, of what is yet to come.
What caused those ripples? Where did they come from?
What caused those tracks marking crisscross paths on the sand?
From whence did they come? To where are these interlopers going?
The agents and causes know nothing of these things.
They do not care.
They can't know they are being tracked.
They do not wipe their foot or finger prints clean.
They wander furtively wary,
scarily and carefully looking about, but unaware.
They dare not look back,
lest they be cast into salt or stone,
or sent back to hell,
for defacing such clean pristine spaces with
their street-art hieroglyph graffiti.
A hushed stillness lies over the lake at dawn
A single plop or tremble stirs a ripple the mirrored plane.
Soft as a whispered caress on a sleeping cheek,
Perhaps the kiss of wind, barely daring to touch.
Perhaps it's the kiss of fish rising to take a fly.
Perhaps an insect flitting, skittling onto the surface
Or a bird dipping to drink from beak.
The ripple propagates outwards in concentric rings,
echoing and resonating on its journey,
long after the cause has passed and gone.
Where are these ripples of unknown causes going and why,
The sources are untraceable via back-tracking,
remaining hidden and mysterious,
long since gone.
Do these ripples want to cuddle a distant shore,
to caress a foot paddling in the shallows,
to rock a boat with sleepers to sleep,
or to kiss the pebbles puckered up to kiss in rows?
Or to simply go and then fade gently and dissolve from view,
happy in their journey getting there.
In time the wind and water gathers breath,
to blur the lines, to wipe the scroll and slate clean,
To blow the sand grains around to cover the tracks.
The tide comes in, obliterating the imprints.
The wind builds waves to crush the ripples in chaos.
The defaced becomes a pure clean mirror surface unmarked again,
With no trace of regret, or memory to replay.
The defacers, shakers and movers,
long forgotten, forlorn and forgiven,
have faded away, to dreams and memories,
forgotten, hidden, wiped away, until awaken.
Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive.
This right here is my typical bad day, keep your pity or judgement to yourself
. I don't need an instant replay of what I'm already thinking anyway.
Slammed by everyone's negativity. That just stresses me.
Putting everyone ahead of my own needs, my wants, my dreams. Mind in disarray, screaming at myself everyday. Trying to motivate myself, getting lost in my thoughts, fantasizing about death, smothering myself in self doubt.
Ever since I was a kid I felt something with me wasn't right. Always confrontational, always ready to fight.
Constantly seeing the negative over anything optimistic. Delusions making me think I'm being realistic
I remember back when I was only 4 was just the 1st time I ran away from home. Before that though I'd leave my bedroom window open praying someone would sneak in to slit my throat.
But I guess nothings different til today cause I'm still praying for that same fate. And trust when I say I will never exaggerate. Cause I want to obliterate
these times I feel the energy from the pain of every living thing at once, suffering and in pure agony.
The pain so untouched and raw, it steals my breath from me and blinds me so I cant see.
Overwhelming as this energy rips through me trying to surface. Tried to stifle it down but end up regurgitating their anguish out my face. Purging...
I need air... I feel like I'm buried alive and dragged underwater at the same time
And no one sees me struggling or they just don't care, though, all my life its been the same morbid tune... Being relentless. Always cocked and loaded ready to pop off at anyone who dares cross my path. Then reloading, only to pop off again at the next poor son of a who questions me or who I claim to be.
I don't even know where I'm going anymore.
Will any part of my life ever make any sense, or will I continue being relentless in my uncertainty of what to do next.
Maybe ill accept all this pain and anger I carry with me cause this is just who I am and was just meant to be.
Might as well wear my self doubt and self hatred on my sleeve, cause days like these make me feel like my soul has never been clean.
That night at the bar you asked me to dance
Singing along we both knew every word
Wondering if there was the slightest chance
That what you said you actually heard
Or if it even dawned on you
How the lyrics to that very song
Fit the two of us so true
Everything I'd been trying to say all along
Was exactly what you were singing to me
As the song went on I found myself lost
Thinking about the us we used to be
Even though I knew the cost
My heart would be forced to pay
And the challenges I might have to face
If in the end things didn't go my way
But in this moment and in this place
None of those things mattered
I just wanted to enjoy what I had at the time
My thoughts running wild and scattered
Could your head or heart be feeling anything like mine?
Maybe I was reading too far into this
But the man I saw in you tonight
Was the man I met and the man I miss
The one that caught my eye at first sight
I saw in you something I couldn’t resist
No matter how hard I tried to fight
I couldn’t escape the urge to be kissed
Even sitting here as I try to write
Over and over I let it all replay
Everything about that night
Has stayed on my mind all day
Wondering what it all meant to you
Or if it’s crossed your mind at all
Wishing I knew your point of view
Waiting and hoping for you to call
Even though I knew better then
Still I guess I hoped it would be different this time
And I let myself get lost in us once again
Pretending in the end everything would be just fine
But I'm only left with more questions than before
Unable to understand
How all these things you find so easy to ignore
All it took was one touch of your hand
And I could no longer think straight
Even as the days have passed me by
I think back to that night we stayed out so late
Can't help but to let out a little sigh
As I realize once again I took the bait
Like a fish drawn to a hook
I find it's myself that I hate
Sometimes I feel like such an open book
Seems like you know just what to do
To get the best of me
When I least expect you to
But of course that's how it would be
And I'd fall right into your trap each and every time
Nothing good ever comes from this
Only leaves me with one more rhyme
As I sit here and reminisce
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
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